Guess I'll add this: stigmata and weeping

I never thought about this because it feels rooted in vanity but I would like to write a memoire of my life as a testimony to God's power. Bumped into something the other day. I couldn't find any picture of my right wrist stigmata. I think my husband took one but I haven't asked him. He's working. I did, however, text a kid whom I used to tutor about it, who is now a professor of logic. Best, I described the burn as having lasted 2 days so far. Even better, I found a picture from the day after of the marking in concrete from a crumpled page of pornography that I found towards the end of my work day. I told that kid too in that same text that the day prior, I wept over Saint Joan's execution. What I didn't write were the visions I had. Anyway, my husband asked a week later what happened to my wrist. I told him that it went away that night. It was a soothing burn of a straight line. He saw it himself and said "It does look pretty gray." That line told me how long the branding is to be of the Cross on my right wrist, which was what I had long planned before any of this happened, only under the condition that I finish first the translation. I guess on that day is when my Catholicism went into overdrive, which is to say it went to optimal levels